Air Raid

Eyes hurt, never seen my life through my true eyes
Woke up, I landed in the grove before I realised
Whole life surrounded by some real guys
My blood lines and real ties with no three piece suits
Just stakes by the red side come find me by a clear sky
Go a little west I call sets that are still in a vest
Due to the stress doing my best to move with the sesh move with the present
Leave them lose and light